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"Oy, not two men", Flavie retorted with a silly bobble of her head as she grasped Flare's wrist and moved her head so that she could look Flare in the eye. She kept his hand in place over her stomach, though, holding him tentatively by the wrist to keep him close but under control. Flare could feel the hard muscles of her abdomen beneath a layer of smooth skin that radiated heat in the way that only a woman's body could. Her green eyes regarded Flare's face for a moment, and then she looked over at where Hadi was squatting and staring at her in a creepy way.

"Och, the quill rat's gone to yer peckers, lads", the ranger chastised slyly as she left Flare and stood up, feeling a rush of cool air as she did, "So I'll tell ye what. Both o' ye whip out yer cocks and have a rub, and the first one to finish goes on watch tonight"

Hadi didn't hesitate to unbutton his pants and bring his average-sized manhood into full view, getting even more excited by the fact that Flavie was watching, and even apparently okay with his lewdness.

Reaching up behind her head to fix the tie on her silky red ponytail, Flavie gave a little smirk as she looked to see if Flare would play along. She was thinking she might try and make a little bit of sport out of this awkwardly erotic situation, while at the same time impressing upon both these men that she was still in charge here. She left it unsaid what would happen to the man who could hold out the longest, dangling the uncertainty like a carrot before a mule.

Flare returned her smile with one of his own. If she wanted to stay in control he had no problems playing along.Pulling out his own cock, both longer and thicker then Hadi's, Flare began to stroke it with slow, measured pumps designed more to put on a show for Flavie rather then get himself off. Despite the venom yelling at him to follow Hadi's lead, Flare kept pace, letting the rogue watch the head vanish behind his hand again and again as Flare undressed her with his eyes.

Flavie grinned as she watched the two men masturbate in front of her. She gave Flare a little wink when she saw that he was pacing himself compared to Hadi. After all, she was not really planning to sleep with Hadi, even if he held out longer. So if he finished first, it would get him out of the way without pissing him off too much. And at the same time, Flare would not be of much use to her if he came just as fast as Hadi. So she was in a way glad that he knew how to take his time.

Flavie's eyes shifted back and forth from one erect cock to the other as she stood there with her hands on her hips. After a few minutes, Hadi cried out and fell to his knees, supporting his weight with one hand in the dirt while he jerked himself with the other hand. A stream of cum shot out of his cock onto the ground beneath him, and two smaller ropes followed as the young man shuddered and sighed. Perhaps it was better that he avoided the temptation to cheat on Alicia, even though she probably would not have cared.

With a clear winner evident, Flavie gave a small applause to Hadi as he took his time to catch his breath, and then she stepped forward, closer to Flare. She placed her left hand upon his shoulder and slipped her right hand down to his crotch, urging his own hands aside so that she could wrap her fingers around his shaft and literally take matters into her own hands.

"Alright, Hadi, you take first watch", she said, looking down at the eastern man as she pressed her body close to Flare. Hadi nodded his head and grunted distractedly, slowly coming to grips with what he had just done.

Flare made a sound of consent and released his grip on his cock when Flavie took over rubbing him with her thinner hands. With his hands free now, Flare slid them onto the redhead's ass and pulled her forward until she was straddling his lap, his cock only inches from her slit though the layers of her clothes. Leaving one hand to continue squeezing her rear, Flare slide the other up her back and pulled her into another kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips and seeking entrance into her mouth. "Out here or in your tent?" He asked, already pulling the knot keeping the leather bra on her chest apart.

Even without that little sound of consent, Flare's level of intoxication, and his provocative attire, would surely be enough to acquit Flavie of all charges if it came to court.

#DiabloIIFeministRp

Flavie closed her eyes and tilted her head to accept Flare's tongue, but then when she felt the back of her bra being undone, she brought up her left hand to hold the leather-and-fur garment in place, while continuing to slowly stroke Flare's penis with her right hand. "By the Light, Flare! In me tent!", she whispered harshly, sounding shocked at the notion that she might want to have sex right here in the open, where Hadi and every random demon could watch.

Hurriedly, Flavie led Flare away from the fire and toward her tent, while Hadi pulled himself together and got ready to sit a silent vigil by the fire. At least he would be warm while trying not to think about how two attractive young people would be screwing just a few feet away.

Flavie's tent was fairly cramped, providing just enough floor space to accommodate the two bodies lying next to one another with their feet pointed towards the entrance. The tent ceiling was too low to stand up, or really do anything other than lie down or crawl. And the tent's cross-section was too narrow for the young couple to really orient themselves any other way than how they entered. A layer of blankets provided some comfort between their bodies and the hard ground below. And an array of spare clothes and weapons along one side of the tent further constricted them so that Flare would have no choice but to press his body tightly against Flavie as he lay next to her.

"Ne'er ye finish inside o' me, or I'll cut ye badly~", Flavie whispered cheekily as she sealed up the tent flap beyond her boots to secure their privacy. With all the knives and hatchets she kept in the tent as backup weapons for an emergency, she could easily make good on her threat if she wanted to.

Pulling off the rest of his armor as he was led to her tent, Flare tossed it on top of some of the other equipment when he entered. "That would almost be worth the pain." Flare said, aggressively positioning himself above the ranger with her legs spread around him and kissing her forehead. "But I won't if you don't want me to."

Sliding his hands up her legs, Flare pushed Flavie's skirt up until it bunched up around her waist and pulled their crotches together, letting her feel the hot length of his cock though her panties. Grinding his hips into hers, Flare pressed his lips to hers as well, kissing her for a few moments before brushing her lips and teeth with his tongue, seeking entrance to her hot mouth.

Flavie's hands reached back behind Flare's neck, and behind his shoulders, and she hung onto him this way while he crawled over top of her. The ranger's bare legs spread to the sides, bending at the knee as Flare's body pushed closer. Feeling her skirt hiked up like that made Flavie gasp quietly, not used to being in such a vulnerable position. Then the man's lips sealed against her mouth, and she parted her own lips to make way for his tongue. One of her hands shifted upward to grip the back of Flare's head, feeling his short hair between her fingers. Her leather-bound chest rose up against Flare's body, and her panties started to soak through.

Sliding his tongue into her mouth, Flare twisted it around Flavie's own appendage in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Grinding against her pussy through her dampening panties, Flare quickly tugged her bra free and tossed it away. "Such a perfect size.." He mused as his hands cupped around the redhead's breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. Pulling away from her lips he kissed and sucked his way down her neck and chest until his lips took up residence around the peak of one of her breasts. With a now free hand, Flare lifted her hips and pulled aside her panties before sliding his cock into the cleft between her legs and up into her ass cheeks.

Flavie moaned softly in response to his firm touch. Her breasts, so soft to the touch, were radiating womanly warmth into Flare's hands. Her smooth legs (she must be using hot wax to keep them that way out here) slid sensually over Flare's hips. With Flare grinding closer against her, Flavie took a moment to reach in between their bodies and undo Flare's belt. Then she tugged at his pants to get them off his hips and down to his knees so the fabric would not get in the way.

Pressing down, Flare ground his hips against Flavie for a moment longer before pulling her panties to the side. Grabbing himself, he quickly lined up and sunk deep into the rogue with a pleasured sigh. Giving her a few moments to adjust, Flare began thrusting with slow, deep strokes that gradually became faster until their bodies were smacking together with a sound that only came from sex.

Flavie tells you that you're a worthless waste of space and that your only use is as a fuck toy.

Flavie tells you that letting her do you in a tent like this just proves you're a man-whore.

(I've been playing newlife religiously for the last month, I can barely post coherent paragraphs...)

Flavie ran her hands up behind Flare's back and wrapped her strong legs around his waist. His entry into her caused the tall redhead to gasp for a moment, then she pulled him close against her and locked lips with him.

She moved her hips and talked sexily with him, and whatever else people do when they fuck.

Flare moaned as he plunged into Flavie, filling her up completely. Holding deep inside her for several moments, he began pumping into her with long full strokes that almost pulled him completely out of her. Starting slowly he gradually sped up until their hips were slapping together at a fast clip. Setting a even pace, Flare pounding into her for nearly twenty minutes before abruptly pulling out of her and grabbing her hands. Dragging them to his cock, he folded them around him before releasing her and bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, ready for her to pump his cum all over her belly and chest.

Flavie gasped when Flare pulled out of her. She stared down at his cock as it spurted all over her belly. She found that the warmth of his seed was quite striking in contrast to the cool night air. Her hands gave his shaft a few tight jerks to help him finish up, and then she looked up at him.

"Och, now ye've made a mess~", she teased with a giggle. She lay there for a moment, all smiles but not sure how to even begin cleaning up.

"And who's fault is that?" Flare teased back before stripping off the rest of his and Flavie's clothes off and wiping the cum away with a sock. Laying down next to her, Flare pulled her back against him and spooned around her, his cock pressing up against her ass as he closed his eyes for a few hours before he had to take watch.

Flavie settled down in place, and she had to admit that Flare's chest felt comfortably warm against her back. After so many days of sleeping alone, on a hair trigger for the sound of danger, it felt good to just relax and fall asleep in someone's arms.

...

That hair trigger alerted Flavie at some point in the middle of the night. Her eyes snapped open as she heard footsteps. It was definitely the distinctive noise of ground scraping against boots just outside the tent. She propped herself up, nudging Flare to wake up, and she reached for a hatchet she kept nearby.

"Hey, Flavie", came Hadi's voice from outside as he pinched the tent fabric and ruffled it, "Send fuckface out, it's his shift"

"Call me that again and your own mother won't know your face when I'm done with you." Flare's voice replied from the tent as he eased Flavie back down before pulling on his clothes. Grabbing his shirt, armor, and weapon, Flare crawled out of the tent and stood up into the cold, crisp air. "Get some sleep." Flare said, shrugging on his shirt and looking around to get a sense of the camp at night as well as make sure Hadi didn't try to go in Flavie's tent.

Flavie grunted and laid back down, still holding onto her hatchet but no longer concerned about what was going on outside the tent. She murmured softly as Flare left and went back to sleep.

Hadi gave Flare a mock salute, as he had seen western knights do before. It was as if he was pinching the corner of his eye, if his eye were to extend an inch beyond the side of his head. "Jolly good", he reported in a hushed voice, as if he assumed white guys like Flare were all British or something. Then he wandered off toward the smouldering fire pit to lie down. He had not bothered to add any fuel to the fire since dinner ended, since it was just himself out there. Only glowing coals and thin curls of smoke remained.

The ideal position from which to stand watch was the short barricade on the camp's west border. It was four feet high, topped with spikes, and it overlooked a sixty-foot stretch of mud, potholes, and wooden stakes that were arranged to slow down attackers from that direction, so that it would be impossible for anyone to simply charge the barricade faster than a sniper like Flavie could shoot her bow. She could easily get off two or three shots on anyone coming in before they got close enough to threaten her. Someone less experienced in archery, like Flare or Hadi, could still get off at least one.

But tonight all was quiet. There was a half moon overhead, peeking between patches of dark clouds, and the stars shone just well enough to show Flare the tail of the little dipper, and the big 'W' that for some reason was supposed to be a queen named Cassiopeia. Because there's no such thing as W in the Greek alphabet. No, that's omega.

Flare stared daggers at Hadi's prone form. At first he kinda liked the boy and felt a little guilty bringing him into danger, but now Flare was going to have no trouble tossing him into the path of some arrows. None, At, All.

Flare didn't bother stoking the fire, his new armor kept the chill off and the darkness let his eyes adjust better. Plus he still had the warm feeling of post sex to keep him comfortable.

A few hours later the sun began peeking over the hills and Flare stood up from the stump he had been sitting on, stretching his back with a pop. Moving over to Hadi he nudged his boot with his foot. "Up an at em sunshine." Flare said before moving over to the tent, announcing his presence with a cough before kneeling down and entering the tent. At worst he would at least bid her goodbye, and at best he might get a good luck blowjob.

Flavie was already dressed and coming out of her tent before Flare got to her. The chirping birds had already woken her up an hour before dawn. She was somewhat relieved to see that the two men were still there and hadn't been killed in the night, or abandoned her.

The sound of voices woke Hadi, and he grumbled at being drawn out of his blissful sleep so early. Scrunching his face, he rolled over to get the light out of his eyes, and ended up almost rolling into the cold firepit. This woke him up fully, and he scrambled to his feet.

"Was there any trouble in the night?", Flavie asked as she fastened the flaps closed on her tent and picked up her bow to resume her vigil.

"You mean beside having to leave you to take watch? No, not a thing." Flare said, sliding a hand on Flavie's ass when she turned to fasten the tent. "We will be going as soon as Hadi is ready. Those women have caused enough problems already and I mean to see an end to it. If I come back this way it will be with a line of them or a sack of their belongings."

Hadi was ready shortly. With the sun shining once more, the path to The Cave was easily traversed. It was somewhat eerie moving through the Cold Plains in early morning, with only the birds active and no other animals or people or demons. In broad daylight it was possible for Flare and Hadi to see well into the distance to pick up threats before they came close enough to be a problem. None made themselves apparent until the two of them were almost at the cave's entrance.

Just outside the entrance to The Cave, Flare would see scorch marks on the grass a few metres away, and the remnants of what used to be an enchanted shrine. There were no bodies, just some scorched stones and a patch of blackened grass about 80 feet in diameter around the rubble. Whatever flames had erupted here had failed to kill anyone, but they must have unleashed some serious juju all the same.

Near the ruined shrine there were two fallen ones wandering around, poking around among the ashes as if scavenging for valuables. It would not be possible for Flare and Hadi to reach the cave entrance without first getting close enough that they would be easily seen by these two demons. And to make matters worse, both of the fallen ones had an unusual colouration to their skin--one olive green and the other dark purple--the telltale sign of Champion demons. These two would require a bit more technique than usual to drop them, and they were not as likely to just run away at the first sign of adversity, like their red-skinned brothers.

The purple champion was naked with smears of white paint on him, and he was carrying a two-sided balanced axe; an uncharacteristically high quality weapon for such a lowly demon. It was the sort of small balanced weapon that a grown man would throw at his enemies, but that a fallen one would need two hands to wield as if it were a small-scale a battle axe. Meanwhile, the olive-green fallen one had broad strips of leather wrapped around his torso and legs as patchwork armour, and he was carrying a round wooden shield with a bloody human skull strapped to the centre of it like a grisly totem. In his main hand, there was a wooden club that glinted with several pieces of sharpened scrap metal that had been embedded in the striking head, to give the weapon more of a bite. He was using the club to brush the scorched grass and debris aside so he could see the underlying dirt beneath where he was standing.

Hadi seemed to become energized at the sight of the enemy. He was eager to finally get into some real action and test his mettle as a fighter. He stood close to Flare, gripping his weapon and shield tightly, and whispered, "What's the plan?" He was ready to follow Flare's lead, assuming the more experienced fighter would know best on how to proceed.

"Well...that's new." Flare said, looking over the burned area before focusing on the mutated fallen. There really wasn't a great deal of cover, so Flare didn't have a good way to ambush them or get closer. "I'll take the purple one, his axe would likely go right though your shield. Do you think you can distract the green one for a bit while I kill mine? Don't bother attacking even if it looks like a good shot until I get there. These guys aren't your average peons." Flare advised, waiting for Hadi's answer before standing up and roaring a challenge.

"Good" Flare said before charging around the side of the rock they were hiding behind. Screaming a challenge with his large blade held low and to the right side, Flare sprinted towards the purple fallen. As he reached the fallen, Flare planted his leading foot and twisted, spinning around and bringing the blade high to low from the fallen's right instead of following though on his stance before and attacking from the fallen's left.

Both fallen champions perked up when Flare roared his challenge. The green one hopped in the air in surprise, and then quickly raised his shield in a battle stance. The purple stood beside his comrade, gripping his axe tightly in both hands as he watched Flare approach. Hadi followed behind and to the right of Flare, holding his shield at chest height and brandishing his sword as he ran. His eyes locked on his green-skinned foe, and the demon gazed back at Hadi, accepting the unspoken cue to engage one-on-one. At the same time, the purple champion rushed towards Flare to meet him mid-charge.

Flare's spinning strike clanged hard against the broad upper part of Purple's axe blade, as the fallen champion raised it up to parry. The force of the blow stopped Purple in his tracks and would have even knocked him over if he wasn't as strong as he was. With great effort, the purple demon withstood the impact and stayed on his feet, squawking with the exertion, and he turned his axe at the last moment to redirect Flare's sword away from his body.

Flare's follow-up attack from the demon's left was countered by the demon side-stepping further to his right to create more space, and bringing up his axe again to parry. Then, when it seemed Flare would need a moment to recover his balance before the next attack, the demon took a lunging step forward and made a sweeping horizontal slash at Flare's shins.

Meanwhile Hadi and the green one approached each other more cautiously, each fighter presenting his shield forward and raising his weapon up behind his body. Hadi's sword was poised above his head like a scorpion's tail, in a stance he had learned from the desert bandits. The green champion kept his club closer to the side of his body, his arm bent and flexed so that his tiny green bicep bulged like a tennis ball.

The two of them took the first few moments gauging the distance with each other, inching closer, feinting and flinching. Then the green demon made a quick sideways swipe at Hadi's left knee. Hadi blocked it with his shield, and counterattacked with a downward stab of his sword. The fallen champion raised his shield high to block Hadi's strike, and then quickly lunged forward, driving the edge of his shield into Hadi's gut. The hit was not very strong, but it caught Hadi by surprise and forced him to backpedal out of reach to regain his balance, resetting their positioning.

"Fucking Bastard! Your not suppose to block, just die!" Flare swore as his attacks failed to land any damage. Seeing the axe heading for his legs, he knew that with his sword behind him like it was no chance to block the weapon. Gritting his teeth, Flare leaned back, sinking the blade into the ground before he jumped up over the axe and twisted in midair using the hilt of his blade as a fulcrum to dropkick both feet towards Purple's ugly head.

The purple demon wasn't expecting a dropkick. He was caught completely off guard, and fell back on his ass with a surprised squawk. Down on his back, he scrambled to try to get back up as quickly as possible, but for the moment Flare had the advantage.

Meanwhile he could hear Hadi and the green champion beating their weapons furiously upon each other's shields, as if they were now going shot-for-shot until someone's stuff breaks.

Using the momentum of the kick, Flare tightened his torso and forced his legs under him before uncoiling like a spring. Yanking the blade out of the ground and over his head, the muscles in Flare's arms and chest swelled as he slammed the blade down towards the purple demon with a devastating power.

The purple demon could not get out of the way in time to save himself. He brought up his axe to parry, but the force of Flare's attack was too strong for the smaller demon to block successfully. Flare's sword hacked the purple champion's face and chest to pieces.

Placing a foot on the purple demon's chest, Flare gave a yank on his sword to extract it from the demon's skull. Spitting on the creature for good measure, Flare turned and jogged over to help Hadi gang up on the other demon, sighing when he saw that turned into a tennis match.